Bearclaw Valley Teddy Bear?

The bear was brought to the stones that littered the entrance of the valley. The scents of many weaving in and out. If this area was their homestead or simply the area they traveled most coming and going from with the valley Drust could not discern. A bit of effort applied to the situation and one could figure it out, but his lack of urgency continued.

That was until he heard a voice from between the rocks tossed in his direction and his muscles tensed.

'Hello'

A note that Drust had heard often played at the beginning of many strangers' songs. 

He turned his head towards it and saw a male wolf covered in patches of camo upon an ivory canvas.

The bear's large cranium nodded in this new soles direction and a puff of air chuffed from his nostrils in acknowledgment.